“Resplendent, sumptuous, handsome, good-looking!” blurted I watching a lady, who just entered our first year B.tech I.N.F. class room at Mayovi. I could recollect some girl of same nature who resembled the former. I paused myself for a moment, and went back to my schooling and 2 days which were a bit sweet and a bit miserable.
I pursued my schooling from one of the most reputable schools in Mayovi district ofMaharastra. Though, I couldn’t top any of my classes, I was good at my subjects. Hatred towards me by some of my beloved teachers due to my peculiar behavior later turned lovable.
I was not an ordinary guy, if I would say “The man who earned job in Army that worth’s 40,000 at the age of 18” with no exaggeration. My teacher, Sanjay, who has gigantic knowledge in English, impressed me a lot and to whom I would remain indebted for the rest of my life.
My pals list was endless. I didn’t find any distinction with regard to having friends of both the gender. To be precise, among all my classmates who travelled along with me all the way from kinder garden to 2, I never forget my most lovable friend Dimple (One of the Almighty’s greatest creation): I had a nice rapport with her. My deportment towards her was unquestionable. But, problem aroused when our relationship had its end in fifth standard.
I had forgotten past seven years without her as a gruesome nightmare. Now, I put my fingers crossed for the better than the best because the lady who entered in just before I dived in my thoughts was my DIMPLE.
